Shadows Inside
Walking down an alley with no one else around
The dark shadow of myself,
Is the only one who understands
How this is something I cannot shrug off.
Not knowing, and not wanting to know
Kills me more than dying would.
Even if it was dismissed,
Something new would just take its place.
My shadow sticks by me
Knowing exactly how I feel.
And how I'm everything but fine,
Despite what I say.
This isn't something that can be fixed,
It's not something I can build a
Semi-steady bridge over
And walk across without falling in.
The depths of the alley
Are much like the depths of my mind.
There is always something else
Written on every single wall.
The meanings are clear,
No symbolism bull shit.
Nothing you say will help
Because it won't be true later on.
This is something real.
And something that can kill.
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